Page 902 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Exeunt some attendants.
I am afeard the life of Helen, lady,
Was foully snatched.

COUNTESS
Now justice on the doers!

Enter Bertram, guarded.

KING

I wonder, sir, since wives are monsters to you, [155]
And that you fly them as you swear them lordship,
Yet you desire to marry.
Enter the Widow and Diana.
What woman’s thata?

DIANA
I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine,
Derivèd from the ancient Capilet.
My suit, as I do understand, you know, [160]
And threfore know how far I may be pitied.

WIDOW

I am her mother, sir, whose age and honour
Both suffer under this complaint we bring,
And both shall cease, without your remedy.

KING
Come hither, Count. Do you know these women? [165]

BERTRAM
My lord, I neither can nor will deny
But that I know them. Do they charge me further?

DIANA
Why do you look so strange upon your wife?